Before I’d even taken a full breath, he pounced, using his body weight to push me back onto the marble floor. I gasped, but he caught my head, cradling it protectively. He straddled my waist, softening dick still on display as he ripped off the black shirt and balled it up in his fists. I barely had time to note the large black tattoo covering his left shoulder and chest before he fell forward, caging me in with his wide frame, and then, with gentleness I didn’t know he possessed, he tucked the shirt beneath my head.
“Watch your head, baby doll.”
My eyes flooded with tears. The unexpected softness after such a carnal fuck was clearly my undoing.
“Shhh.” He soothed me, dropping a kiss on my nose. A growl rumbled out of him. “You smell like my cum.”
My stomach flipped as he moved down my body, stripping the sweats in one tug. My red, weeping cock bounced out. I hadn’t even realized it was still hard.
And for the first time in my whole life, I didn’t even care.
Kieran sat back, eyes still hooded, and spit in his hand. Excitement buzzed through me at the idea of that hand around my dick. But he didn’t grab it.
Instead, he slid his mouth over me, and my shoulders shot up off the floor. The moan I let out was loud and long.
He pushed me back down and continued sucking, sticking his spit-lubed hand between my legs. I whimpered and raised my knees while he rubbed over my hole, circling my rim with a damp finger.
It was the only warning I got before his thick fingertip intruded. He did not cajole or hesitate. One minute, my hole was mine, and then it was his.
I thrashed on the floor, body going from zero to one-eighty in two seconds. The burn erupted into stinging pain as he pushed even deeper, twirling his finger…There.
The orgasm slammed into me hard, bursting like white light behind my eyes. My entire body went tight as it was overtaken by blinding pleasure. I was dully aware of him swallowing down whatever I had left in me and rubbing my prostate one last time before withdrawing from my body completely.
I panted, staring unseeing at the ceiling as he drew back, then away. The rustle of clothing, the sound of running water… It was all there but secondary.
My throat hurt, my jaw burned, and my lips felt bruised. My ass was tender, and my limbs were weak.
Kieran lifted me off the floor, my naked body brushing against his.
“When did we get naked?” I wondered.
Kieran sank into a bathtub so enormous we both fit with room to spare. The water was almost hot, the temperature so nice that all of my skin prickled with goose bumps.
“What are we doing?” I asked, lifting my head.
“Shhh,” Kieran shushed, pulling me around so I straddled his lap but taking care to make sure my bandaged hand rested on the side, away from the water. He leaned back against the white marble and coaxed me down. “Watch your head. We can’t get those stitches wet.”
I laid my cheek on his shoulder, and warm water cascaded over my back and shoulders. I sighed, that rush of emotion I’d felt before trying to pummel me all over again.
“I have to go,” I said, a poor attempt at protecting myself.
“I’m washing you, then putting you in bed,” he told me. “We shouldn’t have done that, but you tried my patience.”
“Me,” I protested, pulling back.
He pushed me back down with a grunt. “Lie still,” he insisted, grabbing the soap and washing me with care.
As my body relaxed, the events of the day started to settle in. My lower lip wobbled, and I rubbed my cheek against him for comfort. “No one’s ever taken care of me before.” The whispered confession ripped out of my most vulnerable place.
“You’ll get used to it.”
“That’s mean.”
He paused, hands curling around my upper arms to peel me back. “Why is that mean?”
I didn’t answer.
“Baby doll.”
